tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380039642783211730.post927434268219097911..comments2023-10-15T04:06:07.268-07:00Comments on Marja's Mystery Blog: Secrets and TreasuresMarjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528164359512905392noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380039642783211730.post-15232037514669971142014-09-10T12:25:31.509-07:002014-09-10T12:25:31.509-07:00Wow! Jake, you just made it all worthwhile. The wo...Wow! Jake, you just made it all worthwhile. The work, the frustration, the work... Thank you!Marjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09528164359512905392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380039642783211730.post-71045718936099390332014-09-10T10:58:38.110-07:002014-09-10T10:58:38.110-07:00Always like those hidden spots. Guess that is why...Always like those hidden spots. Guess that is why Geocaching appeals to my wandering nature. Treasure is in the eye of the beholder sometimes just a smile gets a person feeling like treasure was just received. Your books are a treasure to me and my friends.Jakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05532484785373699901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380039642783211730.post-40284908764905604362014-09-03T07:06:28.627-07:002014-09-03T07:06:28.627-07:00Thank you for letting me know you enjoyed the book...Thank you for letting me know you enjoyed the book. You just made my day. I hope you have a chance to read more. And thank you for stopping in today!Marjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09528164359512905392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380039642783211730.post-4021880589643733352014-09-02T22:32:30.512-07:002014-09-02T22:32:30.512-07:00This is the girl who you brought the book to for m...This is the girl who you brought the book to for my birthday (from Georgia lol) loved your book finished it in two days! Would love to read more! Thank you so much!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380039642783211730.post-52402291874117360932014-09-01T14:37:46.146-07:002014-09-01T14:37:46.146-07:00The discovery is half the fun, Evelyn. I once had ...The discovery is half the fun, Evelyn. I once had a jewelry box with a hidden drawer. Are we having fun yet? Thank you so much for commenting!Marjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09528164359512905392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380039642783211730.post-54854465280535975472014-09-01T14:10:50.184-07:002014-09-01T14:10:50.184-07:00This doesn't have to do with a house, but when...This doesn't have to do with a house, but when we bought our end tables, we noticed after they were delivered that each of them had a handle in the back. We thought they were there to make them easier to carry, but when we pulled the handles, the backs of the end tables opened with a small space for hiding things. I thought that was great. Who would ever think of looking for anything in the back of an end table? Hey, I may use that in one of my novels.Evelyn Cullethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00042981370607083281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380039642783211730.post-47439220162689312622014-09-01T09:52:35.111-07:002014-09-01T09:52:35.111-07:00I can only imagine how your friend's son felt ...I can only imagine how your friend's son felt in the old house, Susan. What fun he must have had. I love exploring, too. Thank you so much for commenting!Marjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09528164359512905392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380039642783211730.post-88484964701579249232014-09-01T08:18:51.879-07:002014-09-01T08:18:51.879-07:00I grew up in a big old house with lots of hiding p...I grew up in a big old house with lots of hiding places. Years later I and a friend with her young son stopped in to visit my parents. The boy went off to explore and reappeared an hour later in the kitchen where we were chatting. With a look of great surprise, he said, There are places! He grew up in modern apartments, and the nooks of old houses were a revelation. I love surprises, exploring, and discoveries. I find all that in mysteries.Susan Oleksiwhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02693057997469296068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380039642783211730.post-60908047252109039702014-09-01T08:07:16.795-07:002014-09-01T08:07:16.795-07:00I'm sorry to hear about your father's meda...I'm sorry to hear about your father's medals, Pat. What a terrible thing to do to someone. Yes, the cane was an interesting find. I wish I still had it. Thank you for commenting!Marjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09528164359512905392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380039642783211730.post-37247189442826212742014-09-01T08:05:39.737-07:002014-09-01T08:05:39.737-07:00I'd love to have a hidden space, but in today&...I'd love to have a hidden space, but in today's houses there generally aren't any floorboards. I'd be curious to hear what your mother said when you found the hiding place, Marilyn. Thank you for commenting!Marjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09528164359512905392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380039642783211730.post-91606027843049043102014-09-01T08:04:08.012-07:002014-09-01T08:04:08.012-07:00My brother and I used to love exploring the upstai...My brother and I used to love exploring the upstairs of our grandparents' farm house. We found lots of things to look at, mainly old photograph albums. In one, all of our father's college track medals had been stolen. No one ever knew (or admitted) who had taken them. I think finding the cane in an old compartment presents a very intriguing mystery. Why indeed hide it there?Palmaltashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15842084844496531165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380039642783211730.post-62016004829933806332014-09-01T07:47:35.058-07:002014-09-01T07:47:35.058-07:00My mother had a hidden space in the floorboards wh...My mother had a hidden space in the floorboards where she kept all of her money in envelopes to pay the bills and spending money for the week. I don't remember how I found out about it. Marilyn Meredith a.k.a. F. M. Meredithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04179984154939161530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380039642783211730.post-79915072210630232202014-09-01T07:18:53.648-07:002014-09-01T07:18:53.648-07:00It's kind of fun to have a hiding place, Pat. ...It's kind of fun to have a hiding place, Pat. You had one ready-made. It's something you'll always remember. : ) My grandmother lived in an older house. There was a metal box that was in the service porch. You could access it from the outside or the inside of the house. It's where the milkman left milk in the day. Great hiding place for a small child. Great minds? Thank you for commenting!Marjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09528164359512905392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380039642783211730.post-8446856168007753772014-09-01T05:46:49.964-07:002014-09-01T05:46:49.964-07:00When I was a little girl, we lived in a big, old h...When I was a little girl, we lived in a big, old house. In one of the bedrooms, there was a hollowed out space in the wall. I have no idea why it was there. My mother covered the hole with a picture. Even though everyone in the family knew about the space, I loved to "hide" objects in it. (Please remember that I was very, very young.) So, Marja, in answer to your question, I love hidden places and secret compartments - in novels and in real life.Patricia Gligor's Writers Forumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16801554698484928100noreply@blogger.com